The Sky

You need to look up more often, Sparky.

My S&R Tokyo series will return periodically. From now on I’m doing things at random, ‘cause entropy needs love too.

It rained a little bit this morning.
Not much,
just a few enlarged drops,
smacking the hood of my car.
Just enough rain
for The Sky to
let the Earth know
that the Sky can kill it
anytime it wants.

But the Sky keeps the Earth around
like that coaster on the dining room table,
the coaster you got in Vegas, remember?
When you were just drunk enough
to win $100 on video poker.
It cost you $200
to win that $100,
and that’s how the Sky feels about the Earth.
We banish it
and frustrate it
and fill it with
our piss
and our vinegar.
The Sky is not our cloud atlas,
(The Sky really hated that book)
and it is not the take-away menu
at your corner dipshit combini.
The Sky is
your beauty and your love.
The Sky is
the only way you’ll ever get to Mars.
The Sky is
a chest of drawers full of only bright things,
marvelous things,
things of silk and satin and Japanese whimsy.
The Sky
is your mother
and your father
and we are rather cross with you right now
and need you to knock that shit off.